Desire's Temptation

[cgraven]

For blueeyedangel and C G Raven.

There are things that go bump in the night. Things that come creeping into our dreams. Some tantalize us, please us, some come to control us. The urbane world of today will tell us it is our repressed desires. Yet down through the eons of time come the dark misty tales of Vampires, shades, and imps, which come in the night to seduce the young and innocent to their dark nature, to temp them with dark sexual pleasure.

No these are not the darkly handsome figures of television and the movies, smooth, savage and sophisticated. No they at first appear as hideous beings that tempt the unwary, only then slowly growing into an awesome dark beauty with each step, with each temptation yielded to, with the loss of innocence


IC;

The dark stranger sniffs the night air, listened to the longing, murmurings of the cities souls as ithey slept, he gazed upon the clouds of the night sky in their ghostly race across the moon.

To most he was hideous in appearance, from his long curved nose, claw like fingernails, to his pointed ears, yellow cat eyes, and grey-green completion. He cackled at the fools that thought rugged good looks where the key to temptation and the fall of the innocent, but he knew better. His ears perked at the scent of vulnerable, virginal, innocent. He joined the racing night shadows to steal into the shadow of her room. Silently he watch as she lay in that restless state, halfway between waking and sleep, and he savored the sweet taste of her innocence that pervaded her lonely room.

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

It had been a long day, hell it had been a long week. Finals were over, though, and the first thing Desire wanted after she returned home was a hot bath.

Dropping her tweed coat as she walked in the door and kicking off her loafers she quickly pushed the button on her cd player before she entered the bathroom and started removing her clothes. She spent a sinful amount of money on remodeling her bathroom but it had been well worth the effort. There was plush carpet on the floor, a lush sepia color that had caught her right off at the design store. She had an eye for color and her comfortable apartment showed the results. The tub she had chosen was large, large enough for two though she had never had the pleasure of sharing it. There were candles everywhere, a few of them lavendar scented a few others the warm scent of vanilla wafted from them. Lighting the candles and stepping into the tub, Desire sighed. The sounds rain falling and thunder clapping from the cd reached into the haze that was her brain.

She was working on a degree in therapy, Psychodynamic Psychotherapy to be more prescise. She was fascinated with the human mind, knowing even as a child that there was an inate reason for everything that people did, or what they said or how they acted. Even how they reacted. She had almost completed her M.S. and was looking forward to getting out into the adult world of jobs, stress and insanity.

Her family had provided well for her, paid for her school and made sure she was comfortable while she went to school. Her teachers had always told her parents that she was gifted, and not even just academically. She had a knack for seeing into someone at what tormented them and quieted it, eased their torture somehow. All she knew was she was thoroughly enjoying what she was learning. She looked forward to her classes and internships with a fervor, always putting forth the extra effort to do the job right the first time. Her passion for what she loved had lost her a lot of friends.

Her bath done Desire stood and reached for the oversized towel, catching sight of her imagine in the partially steamed full length mirror. She was tall, 5'10 with a curvacious build which leaned on the side of chubby. Her chestnut hair fell out of the rubberband they were tied up with in ringlets, she hated her hair. As a youngster the kids in school had teased her about it. Remembering how she had beat them uo make her hazel eyes twinkle. She had a perfect complexion, a pale shade that made her faint freckles stand out. All in all she was an attractive woman and though she knew it she didn't use it in any way to gain anything she hadn't earned.

Hungry but not enough to make the trip to the kitchen worth the effort she padded to her room, book in hand, to read for a while before she went to sleep.
The Interpretation of Dreams, one of Freud's classics, never failed to stimulate her brain. She wished she could have an intelligent conversation with one of her peers about the book but it being so old, they vetoed it in favor of newer works by masterminds still living.

Her eyelids were getting heavy but this part in the book was one of her favorites. If she could just......get through.......one........more........

 

[cgraven]

He joined the racing night shadows to steal into the shadow of her room. Silently he watches as she lay in that restless state, halfway between waking and sleep and he savoured the sweet taste of her innocence that pervaded her lonely room.

The small reading lamp by the bed cast a low dim circle of light that kept him at bay. He seized with anger, this one so young and fair so tempting and to be held at bay by the accursed light. Such a sweet tempting morsel.

The thundered crashed, the lighting flashed the wild storm building, then the city went dark and all was plunged in to that first blessed darkens he had know sense the beginning of time.

Slowly he drifted to her side.

‘’ Désire Ma Chère ‘’

His voice soft as the night breeze in summer, his breath warm moist at hear ear. The dark stranger, clawed hand genteelly cresses her face, his tongue snaking out to circle her ear his sharp fangs tender
Ly nibble her earlobe. Kisses hot, seductive, flow low the line of Desire’s jaw.

Their seductive caress descends the column of her slender neck to the follow of her neck and the beating life force of Desire that beats there. Hiss tongue, givens a delightful little lick. She stirs and he stills.

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

She awoke the next morning to a sense of uneasiness. She felt as though she hadn't slept at all but she knew she had. The sun streamed through the sheers on her windows making shadowy patterns on her bed. The light breeze billowed the curtains out and Desire realized she had left her window open again. She was on the 7th floor of the building and figured that no one could get in so she didn't spend too much time worrying about it.

Stretching the sleep out of her long limbs she decided to make some coffee and read the paper. Rolling out of bed, adjusting the thin t-shirt she wore to bed to cover herself she made her way to the door. Grabbing the paper and shutting the door before her neighbors could see her in her nightclothes, she then made her way to the kitchen. Coffee pot, filters, beans, grinder; all in the corner on the counter.

A large mug of coffee and paper in hand she made her way back to her bedroom, the cushy chairs by the window gave her a wonderful vantage point to watch the Saturday traffic on the streets below. Reading the paper did not hold her interest as it usually did, something was gnawing at her. she couldn't put her finger on it. She could almost remember what she had dreamt last night but it was alluding her. She kept a dream journal by her bed so if she awoke in the morning or even in the middle of the night she could record her dreams; it was, after all, what she was studying in part for her degree. Jumping up out of her chair she made her way back to her bed thinking that maybe if she laid there a minute her dream would come back to her. Minutes went by and nothing, just a vague knowledge that there had been a dream. She could almost see what it was....

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Not too social of a person, Desire didn't go on many dates. She was an attractive woman but spent too much time on her studies and was just too picky in general. She didn't figure it was worth the time to date and sleep around right now though sometimes she regreted that decision. She never had dated much though, even as a teenager. She had had sex a few times but it lacked the excitement for her to want to do it again so she didn't. She wasn't unfamilar with her own hands, though, and before she went to bed that night lit a candle on her nightstand to create a mise en scene for herself and pulled her clothes off.

The room was slightly chilly but she preferred sleeping that way. Her nipples hardened immediately in the air, goosebumps covered her skin. She laid down in bed and began touching her skin. Eyes closed, various images of nude bodies writhing in her head, her nimble fingers pinched her nipples, rolled them around and pulled them gently. Cupping her breasts in her hands she quietly moaned, wishing again that she had taken the time to meet someone to at least have a sexual relationship with. She could feel the tingle starting betwen her legs, the moistness there grew quickly as well. The hair on her mound soft, she kept it trimmed neatly none the less. As one hand cupped and squeezed her breasts and nipples the other found it's way to her wet pussy. Her first touches, tentative and soft quickly became bold as she slid two fingers into the moistness and came back out to rub her hardened clit. She didn't want to orgasm right away, rather she wanted to tease herself a little to make it more intense when she finally did. She held off on rubbing her clit more, knowing that that is what always sent her over the brink. Fingers back to her nipples, she could smell herself on her fingers. She liked the musky smell and put her fingers to her nose and inhaled deeply. She wondered from her like of the smell and taste of herself if she would like the smell and taste of other women as well. New images invaded her head, now of she and another woman enjoying each other. Her pussy throbbing for release she allowed both hands to occupy themselves there, fingers from one hand snaking their way inside the moist depths, fingers from her other hand rolling her clit back and forth between. The women in her head were busily lapping at each other, tongues dong the work that her fingers were now doing. So close.....she could feel it building up, closer and closer.....

Startled out of her self-play she thought she heard something. She peered into the dark corners of her room, the curtains billowing from the breeze again. She couldn't see anything in the darkness and chastized herself for being so paranoid. No one could be in here, she thought to herself. Lying back down her fingers picked up where they left off. She had been so close to orgasm that it took little effort for her to finish. A few flicks of her fingers on her clit and she crashed over the edge, her hips bucking up to meet her fingers, her breath coming fast. She shoved fingers in as fast as she could, the orgasm wracking her body with waves of pleasure. Slowing down, her orgasm abating, she brought her fingers up to smell again. Warm enough now to not cover up right away she started to doze, her dream from the night before already beginning to take shape in her mind.

 

[cgraven]

The afternoon faded slowly in to evening, the shadows lengthening, the candle burning low as Desire arches to her own touch her moans of pleasure, as she hovers on the edge of sleep, her fingers slide along her lips as she enjoys her own fragrance her tongue plays, debates if she should taste her passion .

Its pink tip hesitates before retreating.. The room is dark my lips at Desire’s again hot moist, seductive .

“Desire taste your passion sweet child, taste your sweet nectar.”

Nibbling at her ear kisses hot and yet light traces her jaw and throat again , lower now to the hollow of her neck. A clawed finger gently massages her taunt nipple then rakes across it.. My lips kiss then slips Desire’s other nipple between my lips to roll it across the roof of my mouth then sensually suckle it.

 

[blueeyedangel]

The images were dark, she couldn't see anything. She remembered being scared though she wasn't sure why or of what. All she knew is that she again woke tired, as though she spent the whole night awake. And it wasn't just tired from lack of sleep. She felt like she had struggled all night with something or someone, her mind trying to stop what was happening. She wondered if a hot bath would help.

She poured in some lavender bubble bath as she watched the bubbles take shape in the steamy tub. Her hand swished the water around as she waited for the tub to fill. The images, more precisly, the dark shadows, wouldn't leave her mind. She stepped into the tub, the heat from the water causing her to suck her breath in. Waiting a moment to acclimate herself to the temperature, she slowly lowered herself in.

The last thing she remembered was her fingers on her clit, pleasuring herself, her body wracked with an immense orgasm, followed shortly thereafter by her fingers at her nose so she could inhale her scent. Then sleep. Haunted sleep. Sleep full of shadows and.....that's what she couldn't figure out. What else was there? There had been something, of that she was sure. Sighing she sunk further into the tub, her breasts floating to the surface of the water, her nipples peeking through the bubbles in the water. Her nipples, she recalled something touching her nipples in her dream. She closed her eyes and willed the images back into her head. Hot breath at her ear. What had been said? Her finger in her mouth, tasting herself. Why had she done that? She knew that often dreams are the unconscious mind's way of relieving stresses and of fulfilling fantasies that one wasn't willing to entertain in their waking lives. She wondered what she unconsciously could be fantasizing about that could appear in dreams. Her life was in order, she was happy, she lacked for nothing. People looked to her for advice, leadership, she had everything going for her. She knew that obsessing about it wouldn't make it better, though, so she cleaned herself up and got out of the tub.

A day of cleaning and errands found her tired at the end of the day but ready for classes and her internship to begin again the next day. Too early yet to go to bed, she plunked down on the couch and started flipping channels. She found a program about the function of the brain on the Discovery Channel and though she had seen it before thought it might just be interesting enough to watch again. Not realizing how tired she was, she started to nod off quickly, almost hoping on one hand that the shadows returned so she could figure out what was going on but at the same time scared of what she might learn about herself.

 

[cgraven]

The flickering light of the television, the low glow of the of the end table light, now bar for me this time, her innocent spirit having unknowingly opened its self to me to my power. She was now mine to toy with to tempt., as my shadowy form takes shape.

I glide to Desire’s tossing form, on the night breeze, she lays there still clothed in her skirt and blouse. An innocent in limbo between her world of light and mine of darkness.. My lips brush hers my tongue gliding across her full, moist lips so warm with her life force.

“Desire come with me, and all your questions will be answered.”

My lips follow the line of her jaw, to the hollow of her neck, again my lips and tongue leave a trail of fire in ther wake .

“Come to me Desire.”

I take her hands in mine and draw her to her feet, she hovers on the edge of temptation.

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

Her sleep restless, Desire tossed and turned on the couch. She was awake enough to know that she needed to get up and go to bed but asleep enough to not want to. The sounds of the television were invading her consciousness, her dreams were scattered and confusing. The images from her dreams were becoming sharper, and now a voice was invading it's way into her mind.

“Desire come with me, and all your questions will be answered.”

Desire became scared. She felt a hand take hers and pull her up to a standing position.

“Come to me Desire.”

She wasn't sure what to do. The thoughts of these dreams had been invading her waking hours, the unknown of the images haunting her. She longed to know the hidden and somehow knew this stranger meant her no harm. She couldn't see him clearly but could sense he wasn't what one would view as a normal man. He was all at once menacing and dark yet kind and gentle at the same time.

She hesitated but decided in the end that the only way she would discover the message her dream had for her was to seek out the answers. Letting him lead her away from the couch, Desire hoped this creature meant her no harm....

 

[cgraven]

The dark stranger

Desire hesitates a moment, tittering on the edge, her hands in mine, An she takes a step towards me I back a step or two and desire follows. I sweep her into my arms her feet dangle in the air, her arms around my neck and we step out on to the night winds and merge with the ghostly racing shadows.

Leaving the world Desire know we fly to the dark gothic world that is mine,. A shadowy place in the land of dreams and dark hidden longings. I carry Desire to the dark brooding manor that is my abode, to a chamber high in a lonely tower, where her most hidden longs can come true. And the whips, of shredded clouds race across the ghostly moon.

“ What do you most long for my “Little Dove”…..What is your darkest dream?”

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

The night was dark, the air chilly as he effortlessly lifted her into his arms and flew away into the night. The lights and sounds of the city quickly gave way to shadows, tall castle-like buildings and creatures she had never seen before.

Shivering in the night air as they approach what Desire assumes to be the stranger's sanctuary, he sets her back onto her feet. Arms wrapped around herself for warmth she hears his voice at her ear again.

“ What do you most long for my “Little Dove”…..What is your darkest dream?”

She wondered if that is why she was brought here, if that has been the purpose of those dark dreams she had been having. She doesn't long for anything, she provides for herself. She is a very intelligent woman, people look to her for advice and guidance. She will go far in her world, she lacked for nothing. Darkest dream....she wished she knew.

There it was. Many times in a hot bath after a grueling week of classes, her internship, patients, she wished she could depend on someone else for a change. That someone else could make the rules and all she had to do was follow them. To be the submissive one for a change rather than always being the dominate one all the time.

Desire took a deep breath, looked into the strangers slitted yellow eyes and in a soft voice thick with apprehension said,

"I have always been the one in charge, the one people look to for direction and guidance. I have never needed to depend on anyone, always knowing that I could provide for my every need. I long for someone to take charge of me, of my life. I crave the attentions of someone who can lead me, be dominate of me."

Casting her eyes down she said even softer,

"What might I do to serve you my dark mysterious one?"

 

[cgraven]

"I have always been the one in charge, the one people look to for direction and guidance. I have never needed to depend on anyone, always knowing that I could provide for my every need. I long for someone to take charge of me, of my life. I crave the attentions of someone who can lead me, be dominate of me."

I watch as she hugs herself her voice a soft whisper as if Desire was afraid to admit this even to he self. Her eyes demurely cast down

"What might I do to serve you my dark mysterious one?"

Desire’s voice a soft whisper no louder then a summer’s breeze at night. She stood ther wearing the tailored business gray business suit that was the symbol of her independent, self sufficient life, the double breasted Jacket, the modest matching skirt hanging just below her knee, a whit silky dress shirt cut like a man’s but tailored, and scarf completed Desire’s cold professional look.

Yes the dominate self sufficient young modern women from her French braid to her back pumps.

My clawed finger lifts her chin, my cat’s eyes hold hers, my lips slowly approach hers, brush her lips with a kiss that, that builds to savage passion then I suddenly break it and step back leavening her standing in the middle of the room alone bathed in the ghostly moon light like a spot light it illuminates form the high window, it caresses her.


“Remove your clothes Desire I wish to see your body”

A simple command, my hands tented before my hideous countenance, as my eyes slowly take her in from head to toe.

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

The kiss brought forth many feelings, first and foremost was antipathy. The stranger was formidable in appearance but somehow made up for it in mannerisms. Desire could feel the passion building in the kiss, her body betraying her by actually responding to the fervor.

“Remove your clothes Desire I wish to see your body”

She hesitated at his command. It wasn't said in a demanding fashion, rather it was said in a neutral tone but his stature commanded respect so she aquiesced. Her hands trembled as she removed first her scarf then her jacket. Next came the skirt. It slid down her hips to reveal white lace panties and sheer white stockings topped with matching lace. She struggled with the buttons of her blouse, the small hand-made buttons slipping through her unsteady fingers. Taking a deep breath to keep from crying in frustration, her eyes never leaving his, she slowly undid the buttons. Underneath, a matching white bra covered her full breasts which were rising and falling with her breathing. She pulled her blouse off, nipples pressing through the thin lace of the bra in the chilly air. All that remained besides the undergarments were the pumps which she decided to leave on.

Eyes cast down, she waited with slight trepidation for further instructions.

 

[cgraven]

So eager, so frightened , with trembling fingers Desire does as I bid. There is a natural sensuality, in her, a shyness, and an innocence that belies her s own self image of the cool detached professional. No Desire is an innocent child at heart that longs to be loved, cherished, and praised for being a “Good Girl”


My hands still tented before my face I smile and my hideous features soften just a bit.

Desire in white lace panties and sheer white stockings topped with matching lace, , a matching white bra covered her full breasts. All that remained besides the undergarments were her back pumps. Tears streamed down her smooth cheeks, her hands by her sides, eyes demurely downcast. A virginal bride on her wedding night, the night of her sacrifice. For this is indeed what it was. As the dominate professional took her 1st falter steps to embrace her dark dream.

I go to Desire enfold her in my arms, kiss the tears from her cheeks.

“Desire you where very brave my dear, I am proud of you, so very pound my little one.”

I take her by the hand and walk back to my seat. I seat smile up at her.

“Desire sit by my feet dear and rest your head on my knee.”

My lips brush hers as I pull them tome , a soft, long, linger kiss that I finally break

“Kneel dear at my feet and rest your head.”

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

As gently as a spring rain, he came to her and kissed her tears off her cheeks. His words were music to her ears,

“Desire you where very brave my dear, I am proud of you, so very proud my little one.”

She had never heard those words from anyone. She surged with pride at having pleased him. Smiling through her tears, she surreptitiously stole a peek at her stranger. He really wasn't as horrible as she first thought him. He was other than a normal human man though. When he smiled his face held a strange appeal to her.

“Kneel dear at my feet and rest your head.”

And she did. She was trying her hardest to let go of all control, it wasn't an easy task for her. Following him to his chair and watching him as he sat she knelt at his feet as he instructed. Brushing her lips against his hand in an act of gratitude she sat down, the cold floor further chilling her. She laid her head on his leg and let out a long, trembling breath.

 

[cgraven]

Desire’s lips so soft and sweet, brush my hand with a kiss. An act of gratitude, no of submission, then she kneels down, lays her head on my leg, a long trembling breath a contented little sigh escapes her lips.

I stroke Desire’s silken tresses the back of my hand caresses her soft cheek. I tell her of her beauty, how the very sight of her ther at kneeling at my feet her head resting on my knee fills me with longing for her. A single clawed finger, lifts her chin, a slight nick of her flawless skin a ruby smug. As my lips brush hers . It is a kiss so sweet so tender, the kind of kiss a young girl fantasies about late at night, alone in her room , yet seldom experiences in her life.

That kiss builds to a wild savage kiss full of all Desire’s, needs, longings and dark hidden desires. The room spins around Desire as she is caught up in that solitary kiss.

All stills and Desire wakes on her sofa the television a snowy shushhhhhhhhh. Her suit wrinkled, a single dried drop of blood soils her scarf.

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

She had dreamt of someone to caress her hair, stroke her face, worship her and control her and it seemed she had finally found the one. What a strange turn of events though, to have him appear as something not entirely human. She wondered what twist of fate did that to her.

His kiss was like none other she had ever experienced. Slow and sensual at first then quickly turning urgent, almost brutal. She wondered what fed it. Images of fumbled encounters, lonely nights, desparate hopes of having someone near to understand her found their way into her mind. There had been too many experiences she had missed in her young years to not feel intense passion when all she wanted was presented to her in one nice bundle. Well, nice might have been a stretch. She was still somewhat afraid of his appearance but was willing to look beyond that considering what he was offering her. The kiss spiraled her down into the pits of her sorrow and the heavens of her happiness.

The drone of the television woke her. The snow on the channel casting long eerie shadows on her living room walls. She sat up with a start, grateful her dreams had been clarified for her but somewhat afraid of what she had just seen and learned about herself. Her darkest dream was to be dominated? Where had that come from? Shaking the sleep from her head she stood up, making her way to her bedroom where she hoped she could sleep a little longer before the alarm alarm goes off.

Shedding her clothes, not taking the time for night clothes, she cuddles down into her bed. Dark images revisit her brain, the conversations with the dark stranger wind their way around her head. She tosses and turns but true sleep eludes her. Rising an hour earlier than usual, curious why she feels more rested than she has in months, she wanders into the bathroom to shower and start her day. Inspecting herself in the mirror, waiting for the water to heat up, she notices the smallest prick on the underside of her chin. 'Must have scratched myself in my sleep', she thinks outloud. Adjusting the temperature and spray of the shower she steps in. Images of the night playing in the dark recesses of her mind.

 

[cgraven]

The billowing clouds of steam form Desire’s shower, shifting patterns of shadow and light swirl in the early morning light and I slip between the light and dark as he dreamily washes lost in the memories of her dreams. My clawed hand rakes her silken inner thigh my lips murmur at her ear my breath hotter, moister that the pounding spray that caresses Desire’s supple body.

“ Ma Chere I will come for you in the dark shadows of tonight, be ready my child and wear your white lace panties, the sheer white stockings topped with matching lace, and a matching white bra covered that your full firm, proud breasts. the back pumps, for they please me so. Ma Cher.”


As she stirs faintly aware of a presence yet doubting, not sure if she still dreams I dissolve into the swirling mist and am gone leaving the subtle linger whisper at the edge of her consciousness;


”Till to night Ma Cher.”

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

Lost in thought, her attentions jerk back to reality when she feels something on her leg. Realizing there is nothing there, she chuckles nervously. "Boy am I getting paranoid or what?" She steps out of the shower, the steam billowing out of the glass shower doors as she opens them.

She dries herself off with a big fluffy towel and makes her way into her room to find something to wear. Another day, another suit. This one a deep maroon color, the skirt a little shorter than the previous day but not by much. Professional to a fault, she chooses a beige blouse, bra, panties and stockings for underneath. She doesn't usually spend much money on herself but lacy pretty undergarments are one thing she does indulge in. She loves the feel of silk and satin against her skin, it makes her feel sensual.

Out the door in record time, she stops at her favorite coffee shop for a mocha. She expects a long day ahead. Whistling as she arrives at the office where she is doing her internship. She never notices the heads she turns, nor does she really take the time to notice and interact with anyone around her. She is here to do a job and that's what she'll do.

A stop off at the college to turn in some reports and she's on her way home, the twilight of the evening beckoning her to walk outside for a while.

Keys and purse on the table on the door, she hurries into her room to change. Jeans and a sweatshirt over her lacy bra and panties, tennis shoes on her feet and she's back out the door. A few laps around the park in the dwindling light rejuvinate her. She sits on a bench for a bit, watching the lovers strolling hand in hand and again regrets that she hasn't taken the time to meet anyone to share herself with. "Ah the injustices of choosing a career." With a slight frown on her pretty face, she heads back to her apartment.

A quick dinner and a show or two on the television find it late and Desire ready for bed. A little white lacy nightgown, her hair let down from it's encumbered wrap and she crawls into bed. Light music streaming from the stereo across the room, she falls into a deep sleep to the strains of ocean waves and gulls crying.

 

[cgraven]

The dark stranger

I come drifting on the night shadow to steal into Desire’s dreams and to seducer in to my dark world. My power to come to her growing with each encounter with each small step she takes. She tosses aging. In that limbo between our world’s I strip the coverlet from her my hand cups her cheek and caresses it..



“Dress as you did today Ma Chere………………. the suit, the deep maroon color color suites you and pleases, the skirt, your Professional to a fault, the beige blouse, your dainty bra, panties and stockings, the rich black pumps as dark as night….. It pleases me.”

I draw Desire from her bed to stand before me. A kiss. My voice soft and seductive, tempting her again to taste her darks dream.

“Now Ma Chere and come to my arms again.”

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

OOC Switching to 1st person...hope to not cause too much confusion.

Rising out of bed, not knowing for sure whether I am asleep or awake, I see my dark stranger next to me in my darkened room. He has changed, he isn't quite as menacing as he had been initially. Maybe I was thinking more with my heart than my mind?

I quickly do as he directs, sleek stockings pulled onto my smooth legs, lacy bra barely concealing my ample breasts. I put the suit back on, last are the black heels. My hair is still down in disarray, my hand flies to it, imagining what it must look like.

My hazel eyes snap in anticipation at what the dark night holds, I obediently lower my eyes and quietly ask him,

"What shall I call you?"

 

[cgraven]

Desire does as I bid, her delicate hand flies to her rich chestnut hair. so tempting in its wild disarray. My hand on her wrist.

‘No leave it Ma chere, it suites you and pleases me.”

Her hazel eyes gaze into my golden cat’s eyes, hers shining, alive with anticipation of what this night might bring,. A silent gasp and she demurely lowers them.

"What shall I call you?"


Desire’s voice a soft subservient whisper.

“ You may call me L’Ombre De Noir ……….. Noir as you chose Ma Cher”

My lips brush Desire’s her world spins in a dizzying maze of shadow and light, conflicting emotions. All stills.

I am seated again in the dark Gothic hall she standing in the circle of ghostly slivery moon light. The chamber fills with the strains of a haunting seductive melody that seems to cares and seduce Desire.

“ Ma Cher dance for me, strip for me down to your undergarments . please me with your dance, light ignite the fires of my dark passions fro you with your dance Chere?”

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

His fervored kiss transports me again to his home, his dark chilly hall that posseses an eerie magic over me.

Upon asking what I can call him he tells me L’Ombre De Noir. Black. The name suited him though she was slowly seeing aspects of him that were anything but black.

“ Ma Cher dance for me, strip for me down to your undergarments, please me with your dance, light ignite the fires of my dark passions for you with your dance Chere?”

A simple dance? Is that all he required of her?

"As you wish my dark master."

I close my eyes, letting the haunting music take control of me. I feel it in my body, in my soul. It too starts to work it's undefinable magic on me, causing my body to start to sway. Eyes still closed, my body leads me around the room. I twirl and my arms make exotic patterns in the air as I move. I slow down long enough to remove my suit jacket and continue to move with the melody. I am no longer in control as my fingers nimbly remove my skirt then my blouse, never missing a movement. The dance is arousing even to me, I long to touch myself but I have no instructions to do so. My wildly curly locks trail behind me, I must look as though I am crazed! Left only in my beige stockings, lace panties and bra my movement slows with the time of the music. I feel as though the stranger, Noir, has other plans for me this night.

Opening my eyes but keeping them cast down I approach his grand chair and ask,

"What else do you require of me? How else can I please you?"

 

[cgraven]

Desire is consumed by the dark seductive music, as it posses her body and soul. Her moments are sensual, erotic ,and seductive as she strips. Her mind unguarded, as if sleep, her darkest desire’s laid bear to my essence. The music fades to a whisper,

Desire stands before me as she did last night, stockings, lace panties and bra, yet to night the virginal white is replaced my sensual beige

” "What else do you require of me? How else can I please you?"

I lift her chin and gaze into her eyes .

“Do not hide your eyes from me Ma Chere I love their beauty.”

I pause

“Desire you may continue to dace for me till you are naked, you may touch yourself, but may not cum, tell me your darkest most wicked desire as you dance....It will please me so”

 

[blueeyedangel]

Desire

“Desire you may continue to dace for me till you are naked, you may touch yourself, but may not cum, tell me your darkest most wicked desire as you dance....It will please me so”

With a glance from Noir the music starts again, this time the beat slightly faster. My body begins to move again, my hips grind to each side with the beat. How had he known I needed to touch myself? The same way he knew to come to me in the first place I expect.

His glowing yellow eyes watching my every move as I move around the hall. My fingers find the front clasp of my bra and with a slight twist it is undone, my full breasts spilling out of their confines. I slide it off my shoulders and toss it on the floor. My hands each find a breast, cupping the roundness then pulling tight on my nipples. My eyes close and my head rolls back at the delightful feeling. I can feel his eyes on me, never leaving, seeing everything. I look directly at him, into those smoldering yellow eyes and become mezmerized by the intensity I see there. Remaining in one spot, hands still on my nipples, rolling them back and forth and pulling, sometimes grazing them with my nails I say to him,

"I have always wanted to have sex with someone with people watching. To hear gasps of surprise at what we were doing. To see the lust in a man or woman's eyes at our acts. To know that what we were doing was hardening a man's cock in his pants or wetting a woman's panties."

The fantasy had played itself out in my mind many a lonely evening of masturbating. The images came back into my head now as my fingers found the edge of my lace panties and I pulled them slowly down my hips. I could smell my own arousal in the air, I was so wet already. Kicking them off the toe of my shoe, the panties hit relatively close to the matching bra. One hand on a breast, the other on my mound, I reached a finger inside to feel the wetness there. A small moan escapes my lips as my fingers brush against my hardened clit. Commanded not to orgasm, I concentrate again on dancing for him.

I so want to please him, it is as though I live for nothing else. Hips gyrating to the tempo, arms in the air, I move my dance of seduction closer to Noir so he can better see what I have to offer him if he was so inclined. My breath is coming faster as I approach his chair, small beads of sweat start to form on my forehead, neck and between my breasts. I kick off my shoes and place a stockinged foot on his leg. I reach down and slowly start to roll the stockings down my leg, watching his eyes watch my every movement, a small smile playing on my lips.

 

[cgraven]

The sultry music builds again, the tempo in time with Desire’s dark swirling passions, in tune with the beat of her heart, heightening each sensation, as she dances, as she shyly touches herself at 1st. Each ripple of pleasure, building on its predecessor, sweeping Desire to the very pinnacle of ecstasy, as she fondles herself and tells of her deep wicked desire to be taken and used in front of a group of total strangers.

Ah what a sweet, wicked, dark , desire it is. Yet I know my Belle Chere is not ready for such delights yet. Desire’s dainty foot rests upon my leg, small beads of sweat start to form on her forehead, and they trickle down her neck and sweet scented valley between her breasts. Desire reach down and slowly start to roll the beige stocking down her long supple leg. I watch her eyes, her every sensual movement, a small smile plays at the corners of her mouth.

My lips kiss Desire’s inner thigh, my tongue licks, and teases her soft velvet skin, then a sharp nip of my fangs. The music stills and Desire stands naked in front of me. again.

“ Ummmmmmmmm Ma Chere your dance please me so.”

I pause and grace Desire’s lips with a savage kiss, claiming her mouth as my own, using it to excite and humble her as my tongue rapes its sweet moist innocence. My fingers & thumb rolling, pulling and pinching her taunt diamond hard nipples. Suddenly the kiss and all contact is broken as I sit back and smile into Desire’s eyes.

“Ma Chere” Put on your deep maroon suit jacket, button it, I like the way it complements you, and your black pumps that highlight the sweet, sensual, curve of you calves.”

I watch Desire, then with a casual wave of my hand I point, an as if by magic a wooden cross of St-Andrew appears.”

My voice is a soft, seductive , commanding whisper that reflect Desire’s deep, dark, needs, and passions.

“Desire go to the St-Andrew’s so you may feel is hard, cool, embrace Ma Chere”

I pause again and watch her reaction.